shock!The tyrant's group pet cub is the daughter of heaven

Chapter 800 Wan Zonghou, you also had a father, right?

Feng Fuce looked back and looked at him coldly.

The youthful aura was the same as back then, his body was full of decisiveness, and "not to be messed with" was written all over his face.

Duke Ping walked up to him: "Marquis Wan Zong, it's not suitable to chat here, can you take a moment to speak?"

Feng Fuce glanced around.

Outside the imperial study room, there are heavy guards and strict guards.

His thin lips moved slightly, and his voice was cold.

"I don't think so. You and I are both emperors and ministers. It is appropriate to speak here."

Ping Guogong was rejected, and his face was a little ugly for a while.

But he quickly adjusted.

"Then I'll get straight to the point, Master Hou. I'm still here because of my youngest son's death. I want Master Hou to tell me the truth."

Feng Fuce's pupils were indifferent and pitch black.

He looked at Ping Guogong: "What truth do you want? I have answered this question dozens of times."

"I didn't kill your son." Feng Fuce's tone was quite calm and indifferent.

Mr. Pingguo looked anxious: "Since Lord Hou always said no, why didn't you tell me who packed up the weapon racks before your competition?"

"Why did that short dagger appear on the long weapon rack? Master Hou is unwilling to tell the truth about all these things, and it is inevitable that I will treat Master Hou as a murderer!"

Feng Fuce took a deep breath: "I don't know."

Ping Guogong said angrily: "Master Hou lied! Before the contest started, you clearly entered the arena first, and someone saw Lord Hou avoiding the crowd and going around to the backyard of the arena!"

"Master Hou, what on earth have you been doing?"

Feng Fuce gave him a cold look: "No comment."

After all, the boy turned around and was about to step down the steps.

Duke Ping hurried to catch up and grabbed Feng Fuce by the sleeve.

He said loudly: "If Lord Hou doesn't make it clear today, don't even think about leaving!"

Feng Fuce frowned suddenly, a trace of impatience flashed across his eyes.

He has always hated being touched by people other than Bai Zhier.

It is already the limit to be able to answer so many questions patiently today.

"Let go." Feng Fuce warned.

The two tugged at the bottom of the steps.

In the end, Duke Pingguo bent his knees and simply knelt on the ground.

Feng Fuce was stunned, and the imperial guards on both sides were also stunned.

Duke Ping was already graying at the temples, his eyes were red, and he was crying uncontrollably.

"Master Hou, my youngest son is the only child of my wife and I. Even if he dies, I still need to know why he died and who killed him!"

"You are highly appreciated by the emperor and the princess. I believe there must be a misunderstanding. For my father's sake, please tell me the truth!"

His behavior made the guards around him unable to bear to watch it any longer.

But Feng Fuce just pursed his thin lips, his handsome and cold face was serious, and he didn't say a word.

Some imperial guards couldn't help slandering in their hearts: This Marquis Wanzong must have a heart of stone, even though Duke Ping begged so hard, he still refused to tell the truth.

At this moment, an anxious call came from a distance: "Father!"

A young man about 20 years old, wearing a neat and formal robe, ran from a distance.

This is Duke An's eldest son, An Shiyu.

He hastily grabbed Duke Ping.

However, Duke Ping refused to get up, and only waited for Feng Fuce to tell him everything he knew.

An Shiyu became anxious, raised his angry eyes, stared at Feng Fuce and reprimanded him angrily.

"Wan Zonghou, do you still have humanity? My father is over fifty years old. Do you have the heart to let him kneel here forever?"

"You also had a father, how could your heart be so heartless!"

(End of this chapter)